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letra de letter to my fans - lil cashflow m.c. clean

{song 1}:
(cashflow on the track)
yeah, i’ll be gone till november
last song right here
for real

rockin my filas till they almost d-cked in
mans dissin’ me, i don’t do no f-ckin friends
me and my n-ggas gang till the end
you know they’ll hate when i buy a f-ckin benz

pipe it up, talkin dirty on the face time
don’t give me your heart, but you can take mine
i don’t choice but to go and make rhymes
hollow tips will hit his face in the day time
pipe it up, talkin dirty on the face time
don’t give me your heart, but you can takе mine
i don’t choice but to go and make rhymеs
hollow tips will hit his face in the day time

trappin, i was bread-chasin’
problems got me med takin’
these percs got my head racin’
ain’t spedin’, i’m just pacin’
no word i just k!ll
i tired of taking pills
ptsd give me chills
too much work just to get a deal

pipe it up, talkin dirty on the face time
don’t give me your heart, but you can take mine
i don’t choice but to go and make rhymes
hollow tips will hit his face in the day time

late at night, up sippin on hennessy
sittin’ thinking ’bout how you get the best of me
i know your love was like my ecstasy
r.i.p. to ky, i still have all the memories

pipe it up, talkin dirty on the face time
don’t give me your heart, but you can take mine
i don’t choice but to go and make rhymes
hollow tips will hit his face in the day time
pipe it up, body bags we zip ’em up
5 shots and tell him duck
we got beef and chop it up
i got a lot work, a lot of sh-t
h-lla bricks and h-lla sticks
f-cked up, i was chasin’ chicks

pipe it up, talkin dirty on the face time
don’t give me your heart, but you can take mine
i don’t choice but to go and make rhymes
hollow tips will hit his face in the day time

{song 2}:
yeah, cashflow on the track
gang, gang
yeah

when i pull up with the gang
young n-gga, he goin’ insane
got negative thoughts goin’ into my brain
when i pull on n-gga, i pull up and aim
flowin so fast, i’m moving this sh-t like a dash
pass me a blunt and count up this cash
walk in the hallways, always got me a pass
ain’t no lackin’ when it comes to lil cash
f-ck on a stripper, throw the money cause she know she a raw b-tch
hidin’ my face cause these white girls scream my name out like it’s a moshpit
flyin the h-llcat on the highway, my gun’s in the c-ckpit
better take off them shoes before you step on my carpet
i be with some real k!llers
some street rats and drug dealers
my homie act like a plug n-gga
that’s always been my blood n-gga
checkin my views, checkin my comments and checkin all of the likes
remember the times, depressed, stuck in
my room, ready to take my life
suicide, i turned to the knife
daykota, to be honest you save my life
always to my momma “i’ma live right”
she left me, ain’t no promises bein’ kept tonight
i need medical, almost died of an edible
pass that sh-t like it’s a lateral
i’m just too incompatible
sh-t, just pass me the adderall (yeah)

this goes out to all my fans out there
this bout to be my last song right here
i love ya’ll for real, i’ll be gone till november sh-t, yeah, let’s get it

young azrael sh-t, i’ma pull up with a clip and i’m lettin’ it hit
young azrael sh-t, choppa, h-lla bullets left in the clip
i am the sh-t, i am ghost
let off 3 shots, before he reach for his pole
they copy my style, they copy my flow
hbd you already know
that’s just how it go, she like me cause i rap like von and i rap like durk
i f-ck with youngboy really, but i got h-lla respect for shmurk
i be up in the p, like i was meek
stayed up on the block, north 20th street
drills, drive-bys, he got shot in his t–th
yeah. that sh-t was for free

free lil packyy, that’s my n-gga, i remember when we was little kids
bad ass sh-t, i bet all them teachers remember the sh-t that i did
i was a lion, i was a leader who was meant to fight
i’m c-cky as sh-t, i bark like a dog, but i still have a deadly ass bite
my anger sparks like a flame, that n-gga kenny tried to ignite
left him on the black top, bleedin’ out, beggin’ and cryin’ for his life
cross me once, he won’t cross me again
step on your block and k!ll all of your friends
purgin’, k!llin’, we gang to the end
antisocial, suicidal, i have no f-ckin friends

gone till november
for real, gang gang
gang, gang gang
uh, uh

i step on the kkk, like f-ck them n-ggas, them n-ggas is b-tches
remember when kyle tried to touch me, p-ssy, i left his ass with stitches
i was a good boy, i was a gentleman, i was at home washing the dishes
he knocked on my door, talkin that sh-t, but i don’t take talk from snitches
i popped him, hit the deck and dropped him
got the money and copped him
no mercy and no regrets, yeah someone had to stop him
h-llcats with no pitstops
dancin’ like it was tiktok
rollie, this my new wristw-tch
this cash make her l!ck c-ck (yeah)

{song 3}:
cashflow on the track n-gga
back in the booth
gang, gang
uh, uh, uh

goofy, jumped on your mans, he a goofy (grrra)
when i pull up with the gang
young n-gga he going insane (grra grrra)
got negative thoughts going into my brain
when i pull up on n-gga, i pull up and aim
poppin his sh-t, (grrrra) i’m hittiin his brain
droppin the top in the rain
droppin the top in the rain (huh)

choppa, all my n-ggas are choppas
ky’s death turned me to a monsta
new copta, up eatin noodles with lobsta (huh)
huh, lobsta, sh-t for my poppa
smoke o’s with my n-gga choppa
crazy like russia, i only drink vodka, (huh)

sippin on wocka, like i was flocka
had to be sent to the docta (grra grra)
i be dressin’ real propa
but i’m a c-cka
r.i.p. to my aunt tanya
sh-t really crazy, i was a baby
eatin ramen and pasta
now i’m older, weight on my shoulder, with a bl!ck in the parka (grra grra)

when i pull up with the gang
young n-gga he going insane
got negative thoughts going into my brain
when i pull up on n-gga, i pull up and aim
poppin his sh-t, i’m hittiin his brain (grra grra)
droppin the top in the rain
droppin the top in the rain
droppin the top in the rain
droppin the top in the…in the…

goofy, jumped on your mans, he a goofy (huh)
when i pull up with the gang
young n-gga he going insane
got negative thoughts going into my brain (grra grra)
when i pull up on n-gga, i pull up and aim (grrrra)
poppin his sh-t, i’m hittiin his brain (grra grra grra)
droppin the top in the rain
droppin the top in the rain

i be on some sh-t
h-lla bl!cks and h-lla sticks
we got h-lla bl!cks and h-lla sticks
stay inside, before i drop your sh-t
stay inside, before i drop your sh-t

goofy, (grrrrra) ha
grrrrrr (grra grra)
(grra) gang (grra)

- lil cashflow m c clean

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